Strange and Stranger

The day of orientation in school. I was coming out of the grad office and this nice looking green eyed guy holds the door for me. "Hi, I am A". That instant, he no longer was a stranger. Little did I realise that smiling guy would be my friend, anchor and mentor through grad school.

A couple of summers ago, I sat alone in a coffee shop in Seattle. A number scribbled on a scrap piece of paper in my hand. Hesitantly I called and introduced myself as A's friend. That instant, he no longer was a stranger. Little did I know I would go on to make some wonderful memories with someone so disconnected from my life.

I remember The first time I ever chatted on the net. On ICQ. Message blinked "ASL ???". "Whats that ?""Oh , so you are new". "Obviously." S was the first (and only) friend I have made over the internet. Inspite the extended daily chats exchanging more than useless trivia, when I walked towards Kobe's to meet him, I was still meeting a stranger. I see this sweet looking guy standing on a corner a little away from the crowd looking at me and smiling. That instant he was no longer a stranger.

Strange are our perceptions of what a stranger is. Of what and whom the heart will trust. And here I share my thoughts with you. But when I pass you on the street I will be a stranger.